Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

See The Land, Her Easter Keeping, Rises As Her Maker Rose. Seeds, So Long In Darkness Sleeping, Burst At Last From Winter Snows. Earth With Heaven Above Rejoices.

O Mary, Go And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, Across The Sands O' Dee!

If You Wish To Be Like A Little Child, Study What A Little Child Could Understand — Nature; And Do What A Little Child Could Do — Love.

I Am Not Aware That Payment, Or Even Favors, However Gracious, Bind Any Man's Soul And Conscience In Questions Of Highest Morality And Highest Importance.

There Will Be No True Freedom Without Virtue, No True Science Without Religion, No True Industry Without The Fear Of God And Love To Your Fellow Citizens.